Deep In The Forrest

O nce again , I must complain about Customer Service. First of all, let me ask you if you are a Cashier or work in some other Customer-oriented type job, do you enjoy it? If not, what are you doing there? Surely in today's anti-social day and age where there are limitless possibilities of making money with online endeavors and with Ebay and Amazon in high gear, you can literally stay home making money and not deal with a soul face-to-face. That being said, I assume that if I come into your establishment, or a store where you work in a Customer Service position (such as a cashier, attendant, manager etc.) that you are there of your own free will. Yes, I think that you actually applied for your job and choose to wake up and go to it each day. Am I wrong in assuming this? Even so, I continue to encounter the foulest, "sourpuss" cashiers imaginable. The girl at the Walmart Neighborhood Market last night couldn't find it in her heart to even cough out a "How are yo...

I just love this... It made me smile... I've had a very hard time not 'hiding in my shell' the last few days. I guess it's the tides, the nature of a Cancerian. Everywhere I go, I find myself in contempt of humankind, human nature and the greed and avarice of my fellow man. Every little noise, like a stupid cell-phone ring, or something minute that someone does, or says... easily ruffles me. So many people are just disrespectful and ugly souls. Seems as though it's always me trying to be sweet and polite, or to share a smile with someone in the hall, the street, the elevator... only to be met with blank stares or sour, snotty, revolting expressions. I thought smiles were contagious. Well, it doesn't matter to me, maybe they'll lose their concentration from trying so hard to be cantankerous and ugly that they'll slip on a banana-peel, or a slippery spot and fall on their self-righteous, stuck-up ass... There's simply alot of wasted flesh out there.......